Why do i relish in being empty?
Where did all that wistfulness go?
i don’t want what i wanted before
Even if it means i’m alone.
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at times
i wish patience wasn’t a virtue
that want wasn’t so wanton at times
that love truly at times just frustrates and disappoints
that missing someone could make you want to say goodbye
if only to stop missing them so badly
and realize the very next moment
the reason you want to leave
is to escape the pain of being left
want/try
there is something so very unsettling
about wanting when trying
because when wanting
without trying
there is that vast and possibility filled field-dream
that would otherwise be
a lonely abyss
leading alone
i’m afraid of leaving
and leading alone
following that Freedom
that encompasses
everything that i want
but seems the
farthest away from my grasp.
Courage urges me on
and Fear remains elusive
Guidance comes and goes
yet the vast unknown
overshadows my faltering steps
as i stumble after Chance.
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